Full of misery
That is full of lies
That the demon feds
Off of sorrow souls
That the demon smirks
With glee that sends chaos
To the human mind
To lose their human self
When dark creeps in and eats the light,
Bury your fears on sorry night.
For in the winters blackest hours,
Comes the feasting of the vours,
No one can't see it, the life they stole,
Your body is here but not your soul...
©wintersoph
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